9.21.2011

"Once upon a time, in a land far away,a beautiful, independent, self-assured princesshappened upon a frog as she sat contemplating ecological issueson the shores of an unpolluted pondin a verdant meadow near her castle.The frog hopped into the princess's lap and said:'Sweet Lady, I was once a handsome prince,until an evil witch cast a spell on me.One kiss from you, however, and I will turn backinto the dapper young prince that I am.Then, my sweet, we can marryand set up house in yon castlewhere you can prepare my meals,clean my clothes, bear my children,and forever feel grateful and happy doing so.'That night, dining on a repast of lightly sauteed frogs' legs,The princess chuckled to herself and thought:I don't f**king think so."

from I Don't Know How She Does Itby Allison Pearsonxxx

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red dirt girl

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That explains the frog on crutches outside the station.He swore he'd get even with the bitch who did that to him. I gave him a few coins to help him buy a ticket towards her home. Oh. And I gave him a machete too. I think he said he needed one for chopping..... was it firewood? potatos? no, I can't quite remember, but as I left him seemed happy, honing the edge on a piece of stone, and singing a song about a princess......

“There are two kinds of women: those who marry princes and those who marry frogs. The frogs never become princes, but it is an acknowledged fact that a prince may very well, in the course of an ordinary marrige, gradually, at first almost imperceptibly, turn into a frog. Happy the woman who after twenty-five years still wakes up beside the prince she fell in love with.” — Stephen Mitchell